About Lisa Ann Abramson
There are a lot of things I could write about myself in here but, for today, I think I want to post the poem shared by Rina Yaacovi, our cousin in Israel. Our tree has grown so much in the space of this year and I think it will be important to post this again. I don't know of a place to post it where everyone will read it...so I hope you visit my page. Over winter/spring/summer/fall break, maybe some will
scan-in old photos,
take and post new photos,
interview others for more information while we can and
gain a better understanding of the real value of this beautiful legacy we're creating.
Thank you's to my mom, Glenda Lauterstein Alter and her cousin, Rina Lauterstein Yaacovi for digging into the genealogy of our families and getting it all started ...at least for our side.
STRANGERS IN THE BOX
Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, serene.
I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like,
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken the time
To tell who, what, where, or when,
These faces of my heritage
Woud come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be passed away?
Make time to save your stories,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
© 1997 by Pamela A. Harazim
shared by Rina Yaacovi (granddaughter of Elias Lauterstein)